Judge, 1896-12-12 · page 3 of 16
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page 371 This page contains several humorous sketches and brief comic pieces typical of Judge's satirical format. The top illustration, "An Unvarnished Truth," depicts a domestic scene with multiple figures in what appears to be a modest home, likely satirizing working-class life or domestic discord. The text pieces include "Marjorie's Letter," "Too Big a Load," and others featuring wordplay and slapstick humor. The dog illustrations—showing canines in various predicaments—appear to be standalone visual gags rather than political satire. "A Fatal Charge" and subsequent sketches continue the comedic tone with domestic and animal-related humor. Overall, this page emphasizes personal/domestic satire and puns rather than political commentary, which was common in Judge's mixed content approach during this era.
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AN UNVARNISHED TRUTH. Deacon Jou “* De poets say dat men got married bekase dey wuz tired.” Mrs, Jouson —"* My lawd ! I beliebe dem poets.” MARJORIE’S LETTER. QUITE EXPLICIT ENOUGH. **MARIORIE, do straighten up your play-room; it seems to me I M{RS. JONES was absent and had left the youngest scion of the nouse of never saw such a miscellaneous lot of trash in it before,” I said to Jones in the care of her dear friend, Mrs. Brown.. It was evening and the child the other day. Marjorie turned. her grave eyes upon me a mo- ment, then drawing her dog's face close to her own whispered, “ Bouncie, help me ‘member that big word of mamma's. We'll put it in Santa Claus’s letter ; it'll sure ‘tract his ‘tention.”” And here is the letter : “ Dear Santa—plees send me an’ Bounce an Baby piles of Things for our play Room Plees send the very Musky- mellonous kind mama dont seem to precherate that kind cause its so long sense she was a Baby or Dog or Little gurl but we like em, “ME AN BOUNCE.” TOO BIG A LOAD. G00P Santa Claus may well grow wild And go out on a strike If every woman, man and child Insist they want a bike. A SUCCESS. +6 AH." SAID Borrougher, rubbing his hands gleefully as he gazed at the sticky fly-pape puller that pulls legs A FATAL CHARGE, Freddie was being put to bed, when the following conversation took place : Mrs, Brown— Freddie, kneel down now and say your prayers.”* Freddie— Yethum.” (Kneels and babbles his prayers, concluding with “God bless papa and mamma and all dear friends. Amen.”) Mrs. Brown —"Why, Freddie, you've left me out of your prayer. Last night you asked God to bless your dear Mrs. Brown, Have you no word for me to-night ?” Freddie—" Ob, I'm too tired. But that'll be allright. You come under the head of t dear friends." CAUSE AND EFFECT. H, FOOLISH man, on Christmas eve Just give your boy a drum And he will make you soon believe It's really kingdom-come, —ter use foot-ball tackticks, —- —Sorry, me buck, but yer wor up agin’ an ex-foot-ball champeen dis time. See 7” comicbooks.com